The Bottineau pioneer. (Bottineau, N.D.) 1885-1895, 1887-09-29

she staked and won, until q small pile
of gold lay before her dazzled eyes.
Then the tension Of the nerves gave
way, and with a low cry she fell for
ward in a dead faint.
Springing to her side without a mo-
ments delay, Capt. Mostyn. who had
been anxiously watching all that &C.
Cured. lifting the poor girl in his arms,
and carried her out of the sitting at
mosphere of the saloon, followed by a
young medical student to whom he had
been talking. Finding their efforts to
restore her to consciousness unavailing,
Mostyn said hurriedly to his compan-
ion,-
Bring her down to my carriage
it is waiting. MY sister will do what
we can not" Then. once outside, he
called to the coachman-"To the Hotel
Dieu. and drive quickly!'
The impatient horses, which had
been chafing restlessly for more than
an hour, dashed forward, and in a few
moments the carriage was lost to sight
in the deepening gloom.
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Again a girl was leaning from an
open easement. She wore a gown of
a soft gray material that fell in clinging
folds round her slight form, and her
hair, cut quite short, covered her small
head in silken curls. The scene upon
which she was gazing was peaceful
enough. 1t vas the rose garden of an
old English manor house, and a child
was playing among the flowers.
Hither, more than two years before,
Margaret Vaughan had been brought
after a lingering recovery from the
terrible attack of brain fever following
her first and last visit to the gaming
saloon at Foudriere, and here she had
remained ever since as the friend and
| companion of the widowed sister to
whom Capt. Mostyn had conided her.
A deep and strong attachment had
sprung up between Lady Chetwynd
and herself, and at last Margaret had
found peace after the storm. and rest
after the struggles of the past.
| At first Capt. Mostyn had been fire.
| quently at the manor house; but then,
quite suddenly, and without assigning
any reason for his decision. he ex-
changed into a regiment ordered on
active service, and had continued with
it during the whole campaign. On this
day he was returning to his sisters
house, covered with glory.
And the child played on, and the girl
still leaned from the easement, wait
ing. Little did she guess that the
soldier who was returning home had
left that home because he had learned
to love her too we'll; but in those
months of danger and separation she
felt dimly, and with a sharp pang of
~self-reproach and shame, that a feeling
had crept into her own heart which
made her shrink and tremble at the
coming meeting-a feeling she dared
was beating wildly as she tried vainly
to assume a calmness she could not
feel. a soft rose tint deepened on her
cheeks, and the love light stole into her
tender eyes. .
Just then some entered the rose
garden, and the child, his little hands
full of flowers, looked round wonder
ingly, and then ran boldly up to the in
truder.
care you nay own papa come back
from over the scar" he asked; and the
words reached Margaret, but she could
not see to whom they were addressed.
The answer, however, filed her soul
with dismay, for the intruder, catching
the child in his arms, was evidently ap-
preaching, and a mans voice said men
daciously,-
Eyes, my darling; I am your own
papa come back from Q the sea!'-
and then with a few whispered words
they passed along the lawn close to the
window where Margaret was sitting.
She dropped upon her knees, with
her face hidden in her hands, and they
ment. with it's leafy screen of ivy and
clematis. She knew they were com.
ing in, and yet she had hardly the
power TO move. She could only stand,
when she had risen from her knees,
trembling in every limb. -
The child's footsteps halted a mo-
ment by the door. and then passed away
quickly, but a strong hand grasped the
handle, and she heard as in a dream a
frank, lmperious voice uttering her own
name.
margaret, l have pledged myself in
the rose garden to something periously
sweet; I could not help 1.-THE tempta.
ton was too great. I am an imposto,
and a great rogue. Will you shelter
and save mep'
show can I save you ?" f~alterec
Margaret. pale and trembling.
by helping me TO redeem the pledge,
my darling" replied the audacious in
truder, '.for I cannot face Harry with
out my wife!"
"Your wife =! Margaret echoed,
stung into indignant protest. ':HoW
long since you have found that yor
needed one Col. Mostyn P' H.
"Since the day I. carried you out o.
the saloon at Froudriere, answered tn,
unabashed speaker. my darling'' h
added tenderly, ''don,t-y you know tina
I have loved you ever sinceI held 70,
lin my arms that day ?"
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Little Harry's question was not
groundlessz one, after all; a father, tend
er and faithful, did come over the sci
for him on that memorable evening
when he played in the rose garden a
Chetwynd Royal. ~
Must Attend the Corpse's Funeral.
"Av ye phase, sior, It's meself wha
is axingf you for the>gitt of a holiday
an Emerald Isler,% presenting himself i
his employers Office hat in hand.
sWell, Dennis" replied the kind